A Helping Hand Poem by Oluwaseun Adeleke

In hard life ravel
Heart’s are made gravel
Many a young in evil reel
Revel in vanity spree

Smiling faces
Crying hearts
Broken frames contort
As painful spasms rack

Anguish streaks
Browse crease
O! for merciful balms
Wounded souls cry

Alone and lonely
Litter across streets many
Hungry unkempt uncared for
Yet extensions of humanity

And so to mankind
May our offering be
A healing touch; a helping hand
A sacrifice of love